"Unzip my jeans, faggot," he ordered.Slowly my shaking hand reached up to do as instructed. My mind raced, but I saw no avenue for escape. I could try...to knock the guy down and make a run for it, but if he caught me, I didn't doubt for a second that he would kill me. If I could just turn off my brain and submit to him, maybe he'd let me go. I didn't see any other options."Now rub my cock through my pants."As my hand pressed against the outline of his big cock, I let out an audible sigh. Holy. He added, “I call it the female approach to problem solving.”“What?”“You figure out why the problem bothers you and you change yourself so that you aren’t bothered by it. If you are successful, then it stops being a problem,” Jim answered.Stunned at the twisted logic behind Jim’s statement, Greg stared at him. It took him a full thirty seconds to generate a reply. “That’s crazy.”“Not at all. It’s a perfectly reasonable solution to a problem. I bet you’ve practiced it yourself,” Jim said.“No. I could feel very soft and very long hair on my back, neck and ears. The hair was down almost to my waist. When he had it adjusted on my head it was skin tight with pads over my eyes. Jerry then took the ball gag they had used earlier and pushed it into my mouth. While Jerry was adjusting the mask, Jimbo put a strap around my balls and pulled it tight stretching my ball sack out away from my cock. He then put another strap around the base of my cock and my balls and pulled that tight. It hurt,. Isn't it fun to make stuff up?" Ya, kinda. Would you like to write a story about me and Megan playin' pirates?" I don't know. If I did, then everyone would know that you do that." Oh, I forgot about that." Would you like to watch cartoons?" Ya, can I?" Sure hon. I'll get the TV turned on and find the right channel."She gave me a kiss and we walked into the living room. I turned the TV and satellite receiver on and tuned it to the cartoon channel. She lay down on the floor and began to watch.I.